The dining hall is similar to the one that was in the painting I threatened to torch, only slightly less wide. It is a long room with a very high ceiling and no pillars. The lighting in the room comes from numerous lamps that burn so bright everything in the large room is visible to you no matter where you are standing in it. Its high walls are adorned by paintings of all kinds similar in style and feel to the aforementioned one but of vastly different subject matters. There’s one of a war ship and another of a garrison. There is a large portrait of a pale woman staring judgingly at me and another of a really cute baby right next to it. Then there’s the paintings of beasts, some I recognize, some far beyond my imagination. Beasts with yellow eyes, four horns, tails lined with spikes, chests covered in fur, nipples red as a blood moon and tongues longer than their hands that split into two. It is all so gory but also so beautiful.
In the center of the room is a large long table. It is one of those tables a family of royals would use to entertain their guests. At the head of the table is Alden, completely filling up an enormous seat with his hefty frame. He has his hands on the table like a king about to pass a sentence and he is watching me as I stand in one spot and take in the room that I am in.“Are you just going to stand there?” Alden’s voice booms across the room and bounces off the walls. I wonder how long before that voice stops making me shiver. I suspect that might never stop.With a deep breath, I will myself to move and walk to the table. I stop at the other end of the table with my hands on my tummy. I do not sit and neither one of us says a word for several seconds. The silence is deafening.“My dress is not fastened,” I say.For a moment, I fear that I was not loud enough and that he did not hear me because he does not respond but when I look up and I see his orange eyes turning a wicked shade of red, I know that he did. Something stirs in my loins.“Come over here,” he says finally.His words are like an invisible force that overpower whatever inertia I might have. I do not even think twice before I walk along the table and stop at his side. Despite the small victory I had in the room negotiating my release, he is still an intimidating monster.He watches me from head to toe and drinks me in before getting up on his feet. I too drink him in. This time, he has traded his blue buttonless vest for a green silky shirt that still does very little to conceal his bulging muscles. When he flexes his arms, it is as though the shirt would give in and rip. He has on black pants and the very noticeable bulge at the front of his pants jumps right at me. I look up immediately and see that he is watching me.‘Turn,” he instructs and I do. I feel his presence behind me even before he touches me. It is like a warm awning that envelopes every fiber of my being. I want to lean into him but I stay still. When his fingers touch the bodice of my dress, I stiffen and my breath stops midway in my throat. I stay completely still. One loop after the other, he tightens my dress’ lace around me and with every fastening, I feel him inch closer until I can feel what is undeniably his warm breath on the nape of my neck. My entire body immediately shivers of their own volition. Goosebumps shoot out of every visible part of my body and blood rushes to my head in a sudden manner that temporary blackens my sight. Still, this is not enough. I desire that he is even closer. I want his lips on shoulder. I want him to suckle on that spot where my neck meets my collarbone.He steps back and I am snapped out of my thoughts. Fuck! What is happening to me?I take in a very long and deep breath before I turn around to face him.“Don’t just stand there. Sit,” he says.Feeling bold, I do not return to the other end of the table. Instead, I go to the chair two seats from his right and sit in it. He watches me intently as I carry out every movement before he returns to his own seat. For the first time since I arrived in this hall, I notice the food spread on the table. There’s a large turkey, a roasted pig, mashed potatoes, rice, vegetables, an obscene amount of wine and so much more food than just the two of us could possibly eat.“Expecting more guests?” I ask cheekily to which he does not respond. Instead, a growl from my stomach fills the silence.“Eat,” he says so I know he definitely heard my stomach.I pick up a plate and begin to dish myself something. Admittedly, it all looks so delicious and smells so too. Even though I understand the dangers of eating in this strange place that I still have barely any explanation as to where or what it is, I am too hungry to refuse something that looks so good.As I take a first bite from my plate food, I fight the urge to moan out loud, and then I notice that Alden is not making any attempt to pick up a plate and get some food for himself. Instead, he is sitting in silence and watching me. My mind imagines the worst possible scenario first – that this food is poisoned – so I stop chewing the piece of turkey in my mouth. Then, I think of a second possibility. I wonder immediately if he is the kind of man who is always served his food, by his servants perhaps. I wonder if he expects me to cater to his feeding like Brad used to always do.“Why aren’t you eating?” I ask.“It is rude to speak with food in your mouth,” he says as his eyes burn into mine.I shift in my seat. Why do his words seem to hold so much weight and control when elsewhere I would have scoffed? I chew the food in my mouth and swallow and face him again with a sarcastic smile.“Why aren’t you eating?” I ask again.“I do not abuse my food by heating them up,” he says.“What does that mean?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.“It means I eat as nature provides,” he says.“Hmm. Sounds delicious… for you,” I say and I think he gets that I am making a joke, perhaps for the first time, because a faint smile plays at his lips but it disappears just as fast. “What is the point of this feast? Why have you cooked all this food just for my sake?”He watches me for a few seconds as though analyzing my question before opening his mouth to respond. “It is rude to have a person spend the night in my house and not offer them food,” he says.“So, you are a traditional man,” I say with a smirk.“Man,” he replies and the word rolls of his tongue like a foreign object.“Why did you kidnap me?” I ask him. Something about how semi-nice he is being to me makes me a little bold to ask this question and I hope that I am not overstepping my bounds.“I did not kidnap you,” he says, his voice taking on an even lower octave. How many shivers can one voice cause to run through my body? “You came to me.”I drop my cutlery for a moment so that I can look directly at him when I speak my mind. His eyes are the lightest orange I have seen them be so far. It is as though a layer of glass or coating of clear acrylic has been put over them to make them appear more welcoming and more hopeful. “I did not come to you. I was hiking up the mountain and you tricked me with a cat. I came to a clearing and when I saw you, I lost consciousness.”The right corner of his lips tilts up slightly in a partial smile. “That clearing is my door. You knocked.”“If I knocked then I should be allowed to leave without hassle, should I not?” I ask. With the way the corner of his lips rises a little higher, I see that he is truly amused by what I just said. Clearly, my words are getting to him and I must be making an impression. That thought makes me a little happy.“You are my prisoner,” he says finally. “I will tell you when I want you to leave.”I don’t respond to that. Perhaps because of the manner in which he
I don’t know exactly when I fell asleep, most likely sometime in the middle of all my crying, but when a loud clanging stirs me awake, I feel slightly well-rested. However, when I raise my body off the hard floor and sit up, I am sore at every single joint and on every single muscle. In that moment, the events that led me to where I am now come rushing back to me and my heart sinks once again. I did not gain my freedom after Alden’s feast like he had promised me. I am still a prisoner and unfortunately, I have been put in worse conditions. While I had been placed in a room before, now, I am in a dungeon which looks like something out of a horror movie. And just hours ago, I had woken up on a soft bed with sheets and fluffy pillows, I now have to place my head on stone and bruise my body against these floors. A lone tear falls from my eyes.Knox, Herb and Teon appear in front of the bars of the cell where I am being kept. I can barely make out their expressions in the darkness but I ho
“Come over here and sit,” he says. I cannot say that his voice does not do something to me still.I clear my throat. “I would rather stand here, thank you very much,” I say.“I will not speak to you from across the room, Cathy,” he says.Maybe it is because he says my name which is in itself a rare feat or the unusually milder tone with which his words come out of his mouth but I immediately lift my head and look in his direction properly. There is something about him today that is not as menacing as the monster who threw me in the dungeon violently. He is like the one I met in the dining hall before I asked him about Celia. He seems a little more relaxed and less prone to anger. Still, it was the same him who switched up on me suddenly and did all that he did; rescind on his promise to give me my freedom and threw me in a prison from the dark ages, so, I know to tread carefully around him. I walk slowly towards the seat on the opposite side of his desk with my eyes darting across the
To say that I am shocked to my core would be the understatement of the year. In fact, I do not think that there is a word in the English Language that captures how I feel exactly. Perhaps if I spoke French or Chinese or any one of the more expressive languages, I would find a word that perfectly explains this feeling. It is a deadly combination of excitement and dread. It feels as though I desperately want this to go on while but also desperately want it to end.If I’m being honest with myself, the ‘dread’ part of my feeling makes absolute sense. After all, Alden is a monster who is actively keeping me here against my will. It makes perfect sense that I am afraid. Add that to the words he is saying, telling me explicitly that he intends to breed me to produce his young, and that there isn’t much that I can do about it. I would be a fool not to be afraid. What does not make sense, therefore, is the simultaneous excitement that I feel. How is it that these same words and actions that ca
Although I now have an answer as to why exactly he is keeping me here; he has chosen me as some kind of mate, I am grossly unsatisfied with the situation. The manner in which he makes it clear that it is beyond my control makes me uncomfortable. I want to be able to make my own choices. I want to stay only because I want to. And knowing that that will be impossible on Alden’s terms means that there is only one thing I have to do. I have to find a way to escape this place. I don’t bother myself with undressing or sitting anywhere. Not when a million and one thoughts about how to break out of this prison rush through my mind. Most of the scenarios I come up with are scenes from horror and thriller movies flashing through my mind in quick succession. This does not surprise me much as I have never been in a situation like this where I had to plot my own escape from prison. Besides, they don’t exactly teach ‘How to Break Out of Prison 101’ where I went to college.Usually, in moments like
As we walk down the hallway, I take note of all the doors I have been through so far. There’s the one that leads to Alden’s study. I imagine that he is there right now, writing or reading something, his smell and presence thick in the air like fumes. There’s the other door that leads to the dining hall which I am sure I will soon go through again to eat while Alden watches me. And then, there’s the uncanny one that leads to the dungeon, behind which lies only darkness, fear and loneliness.I realize that I have seen and know so little of this place. There are about fifteen other doors leading to rooms or possibly other areas that I have yet to be led through. Surely, one of these other doors has to lead outside this place. In a perfect situation, all I would have to do is open each door and try it out until I find the one that I am looking for. But as I have been shown multiple times already, this is not a perfect situation and nothing is being done according to my terms or wishes. T
I dip my right foot in the water, starting with the big toe. The water is the same exact warm it was the last time I was here. How exactly these people keep the water at a steady temperature is beyond me. I have so many questions that I fear may remain unanswered. I submerge the rest of my body in the water and turn to face the servants. Knox’s right-hand falls to his side at my swift turn. Was he touching himself watching me? I smile at him and then I look away. “I haven’t seen the sun in days,” I say as the three servants start to make their way into the pool. Knox fetches the soap while the other two position themselves on either side of me. “That cannot be normal. Humans need the sun or we get depressed. What do you think, Knox?”At the mention of his name, Knox stumbles and the jar of soap he has in his hand falls back to the edge of the pool. Thankfully, the jar has a very tight lid so nothing spills. If Herb and Teon notice the awkwardness of our interaction or the effect that
The dress Herb and Teon bring to me has a similar style to the one I just took off except that it is in yellow. Yellow has been my favorite color since I was a child so seeing it puts a little smile on my face and I say a little thanks to the universe for small mercies. Once again, I am unable to fasten the lace of the dress completely by myself. This makes me a little worried because Alden will have to do it for me and I know how weak I become when he is that close to me. Still, I am determined to not let anything derail my newfound determination to get myself out of here. My plan is simple and easy. I will go to this dinner with Alden and eat enough to give myself strength but not too much that I feel full. I will behave as nicely as I can and maybe even engage Alden in conversation. It will be a ploy to convince him that I am liking this place and am on board with his breeding plan so that he does not suspect a thing and maybe even lets his guard down concerning keeping me secured.